Failing and Flailing
Failing and flailing amung the bricks of lo
I go tumbling and grumbling through most
of what was to be or not to be a whole
row of question marks unmarked and
Rich tidings untidy, riding neko-waves!
Will there ever be a day when the children play!
I racked my brain with rakes of grain racked and
stacked upon the hill of flame, laid upon wrong
assumptions made hollow by gna****ng of teeth
and thick morrows.
On a street called Failure there is a suck-sespool
being sucked clean from all brown and gold stuff-
I will visit you next time!
In the meantime, don't be mean and mean what you
say everyday without compinsating the rhyme.
Goodbye! and let that be goodbye wthout a sigh,
for I- I mean I- the mean eye glances past an ocean
of flies I'm sure you've noticed...
Goodbye again, and again, and a gain- a gain
of silence once again.
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My Skin Is Shed and I Am Amortal Sin!!!
